The Tweedle girls shielded their faces from looking at her, knowing that meeting her eyes meant their inevitable death. Having already done that, Loki knew that if he wanted to go home, he’d have to look death in the eyes again tonight. He had to stake her to stay alive.
This annoying, blinking flashlight, now I see her, now I don’t.
Loki noticed her hair was combed neatly, looking as fine as nurtured silk cascading down her shoulders. Was she really a princess? That red ribbon in her hair made her look so innocent, if only she wasn’t spattered with red blood.
It was obvious that she was around sixteen year old. The fairy tale twisted demon princess was so young it was impossible to believe that she had been scaring this town for a hundred years. Based on her beauty, it was equally impossible to believe she was a vicious vampire. Seeing her, made Loki want to argue with his eyes. Something about her was beautiful in a wicked way.
Stop it, Loki. You know demon girls are your weakness. She uses her looks to kill the likes of you, the way she did Donnie Cricketkiller. Remember when he said he wouldn’t mind dying in her arms?
Loki had never analyzed a vampire he was about to kill, but he couldn’t help it. Her white dress looked royal, 18th or 19th century style; it was expensive, canvassing her body like angry ocean waves longing for peace, longing for a shore, and showing her bare slim arms. Her small figure added to her wicked innocence, and led one to believe she’d been a normal girl before she turned into a vampire, maybe centuries ago?
She was also wearing a pendant, the shape of a red, partially bitten, apple.
“Stay put,” Loki whispered to the others, not taking his eyes off the observing princess as she floated down a couple of steps. Finally, he could see the lower part of her face, from her nose down to her chin.
Blood was dripping from the corner of her lips, onto her dress, all the way down to her bare feet, finally landing on the stairs. It trickled down farther to the floor like red mercury. The flickering of the flashlight made everything look like a slow motion movie. Loki felt as if he were in a cheap vampire discothèque, dancing for his life.
Sometimes, Loki thought that monsters themselves weren’t that scary. What emphasized the scare-meter were the added effects; rain, storm, dark, screaming girls, trickling faucets, creaking doors, and certainly a flickering flashlight.
“Stay away, monster!” Dee screamed, flashing a digital cross she had on her phone app at her. “You horrible looking brat!”
“Seriously?” Loki gritted his teeth. “Stupid Minikins,” he wanted to advise her against being rude to the vampire princess, let alone flashing the cross-app.
But he was too late.
Snow White attacked Dum on the spot.
Boy. The vampire princess moves fast.
Dum was executed as fast lightning from the sky could ashen a poor soul.
It was hard to see what Snow White did to her in the dark, but Dum let out a short scream before she supposedly rested in peace, and stopped talking forever.
Every one held their breath while the princess disappeared in the dark. It amazed Loki that no one ran for their lives. Fear did that to the people, paralyzing their thoughts and blinding them to the available solution.
Loki saw Big Bad stupidly approaching Snow White with his plastic stake. The vampire princess backhanded him and sent him flying. Loki saw it happen, but it appeared as if she hadn’t even touched Big Bad, as if she had the power to move things with the stroke of her hand. The scene was laughable; Big Bad was at least twice as big as she was, and she still managed to send him flying through the air like a huge cannonball. He ended up slamming against the wall like the frog in the fairy tale the Princess and the Frog— Charmwill had told Loki that in the original version the princess had thrown the frog violently against the wall.
“Who’s the fairest of them all now?” Loki couldn’t help himself, talking to the unconscious Big Bad. He was also calming himself down, knowing he had no clue how he would stake her if she attacked him.
I came last, so I guess she will finish me last. There is a pecking order, right?
Loki noticed that he was standing in a perfectly darkened spot now, and supposed that if he didn’t move she wouldn’t see him. If he survived this, he would go back and research how to kill the vampire princess. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to be able to kill her tonight.
“What is going on in there?” Axel yelled from outside the castle. “Answer me, Loki!”
It was a good and bad thing that Axel had returned. The good thing was that Axel was out there. The bad thing was that Snow White had turned her attention to Loki.
Thank you very much, Axel Crumblewood!
Dum’s corpse smacked against the floor, falling onto the bag with the flashlight, causing the light to alter its direction, highlighting the Snow White princess.